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| Vaul | Sat Nov 15, 2014 9:24 pm Post #1 |
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Blood seeped down his face, obscuring his vision. The gash above his eye had already caused the lid to swell and partially close. Soon he would completely lose all sight in his left eye. Time was against him. The arrow embedded in his arm was not doing him any favours either; a clean strike, piercing fully through his muscle without pushing any cloth into the wound; it will be easily treatable and unlikely to form a sepsis, but for the moment it was nothing more than a hindrance. Adrenaline was counteracting the pain. That would come in time, for the moment though the man known as Vaul was calmly taking stock of his situation. Three of the marauding bandits lay dead close to his feet. One suffering a clean break to the neck; one impaled with his own dagger and the most recent still ebbing away as the final, terminal effects of asphyxiation set in from the crushed windpipe. Four remained. The bowman who had instigated the encounter would prove a potential problem. He had retreated to the safety of some rocks but his arrows were finite, sooner or later he would have to come out. He was a waiting game. The brute with the broadsword was of no real consequence; his attacks were ungainly and wild. He thought nothing of the possibilities of counters and ripostes. He would die next. The fellow with the short sword and shield was already proving a worthy opponent; it was he who had landed the crashing hit on Vaul's brow. He was clearly of some intelligence in the way he fought. He had a warrior’s honour, choosing not to strike when Vaul had stumbled and rolled on the uneven surface. It would be a shame to see him die. The bandit leader however was the unknown quantity. He had not yet acted; merely throwing orders and insults around in equal measure. He had an evil in his eyes. -------- Vaul Kalith had been resting his horse on the edge of the small stream when it had happened. Two arrows shot in quick succession had lanced through the air from the tree line towards him and only by a fortunate stroke of luck the first had missed his head by inches and delivered a fatal shot to the mare behind him. The second arrow obviously loosed quicker and less accurately has pierced his arm moments before 6 bandits had broke cover from the trees and rushed him. He had little of monetary value about his person but the supplies carried on his, now dead, horse were of great material value out here in the plains. The border towns were a good two to three days walk from here and had regular garrisons of guards. A raiding party of bandits would be hard pressed to take anything of value from them without severe losses. It was easier to ambush lone wanderers and caravans. This particular group had raided and killed 7 sets of travellers in the last month alone. They had not anticipated what was to come next. Unarmed, the huge man had counter charged the 6 oncoming raiders. With a mighty bellow that shook the momentum of the bandit's rush, he had been amongst them. The first man had died within seconds as Vaul had gripped him via the throat and hefted him from his feet, slamming the man down on the floor, spine first. The first few minutes had been a blur as fists had clashed against bone and parried blades using nothing but his forearms and skill along the flat's of the blades. Only one warrior had scored a substantial blow but had been unable to capitalize on it. The men had retreated back from the berserker to allow the bowman another shot but Vaul was wise to the man's location and intent. Years of wars had given him keen enough senses to avoid the archer’s clumsy arrows. But he could not hold out forever. The bandits had regained their composure and the same trick would not work a second time. He could not risk turning his back on the bowman to run for his sword which lay sheathed underneath the fallen horse. Vaul knew his situation was bleak but his resolve was strong. He had seen too many battles and still had too much to do to die here to some petty thieves and brigands but without some sort of plan, he knew his chances were fading fast. |
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| Ouroboros | Sat Nov 15, 2014 9:53 pm Post #2 |
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Boros was a Seer, he wore a simple black robe with a black hood, and his arms were covered in bandages, one arm in black bandages, the other in white. Today he saw the death of a warrior, one he knew had something to do in the future, something to ensure a better future. He walked through the plains, following his vision, until he finally found it, a man surrounded by several bandits, nothing to sneeze at if you lacked experience or real power, but Boros had something better. He let his mind stretch out, connecting to the bandits, he was glad the warrior had killed one of them, leaving five warriors for Boros to slay. He walked forward and shouted, "Evils of the land, See Death!" With that he flooded the minds of the bandits with the sights of their own deaths, the worse deaths they could possibly imagine. The bandits began to shriek in pain, holding their heads as they fell to their knees. Two of them had survived, they could barely stand back up, let alone fight at the moment. Boros took this moment to charge in, throwing a full body hook into the jaw of the archer, causing the man to crumple to the ground. He casually raised his leg up, axe kicking the back of the archer's skull, knocking him out and causing severe bleeding from the back of his skull... and the face that was just recently crushed into the ground. Boros cut the links to the dead minds, knowing his mind had slain three men, and his own fist and foot and taken the other life. He just hoped the warrior had managed to take out the last stunned individual. ((OOC: Using Seer of the Mind cPrC abilities, Telepathic Link and I Can See the Future!)) |
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| Vaul | Fri Nov 21, 2014 12:28 am Post #3 |
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Vaul had no idea who the newcomer to the foray was, nor knew how it come to pass that the mysterious person simply spoke a few words and his would be attackers fell to the ground clutching their heads. The work of witchcraft was clearly afoot but now was not the time to contemplate such matters. Vaul rushed forward to the remaining bandit who was frozen in disbelief at the sight of his comrades in arms flailing and dying around him. He was a cold and devious man but the realms of sorcery were a mystery to him and filled him with a dread that was to cost him precious moments. Too late did the raider notice Vaul's attack. Not with sword or weapon had he lunged, as the arrow earlier had lanced into his sword-arm rendering it weak to grasp the hilt, but sheer brutality in purpose drove him forward. Vaul's bodyweight smashed into the raider and lifted him from his feet, plunging both bodies into the ground with a sickening crunch. Vaul raised his fist to strike a following blow but only to find that this was not necessary as the man had fallen badly and shattered his skull on a rock beneath. Such a senseless waste of life over something as meagre as his supplies. Vaul rose to his feet, staggering slightly from the loss of blood but set his stance with purpose and turned to face his unlikely ally in combat. "Who are you stranger? Speak fast. Are you friend or foe?" Vaul spoke clearly, his voice not betraying the pain in his arm nor the exhaustion felt throughout his body. "You have my thanks for your aid here but know this, should you find that you aided merely to test your own fortunes as an enemy, you will not leave this clearing alive." Glancing over to his fallen horse, Vaul began to calculate his chances of reaching his sword should this meeting prove unfortunate. Who was this stranger and what was his purpose here? |
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| Ouroboros | Fri Nov 21, 2014 7:04 pm Post #4 |
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Boros turned and looked at the man, giving a small shrug before speaking, "I am a friend to those that need me to be their friends. I am Ouroboros, Seer-for-Hire. I am also a powerful Seer of the Mind, making my telepathic and psionic attacks stronger than ever before. I am also called 'Boros' for short, as for my business, my Second Sight gave me a vision of you dying here. So I saved you, as it was the Will of the Planet. You must play an important role at some point in the future, or else I would have never received that vision." With that Boros pointed north, "There should be a small village over that way, if we're lucky we can get a healer to at least bandage your arm. After that we should make for Kellen, there is no point in staying out here were horselords and bandits can pick us off." Boros tugged on the front of his hood, making sure it was nice and tight, he did not enjoy it being up all the way, but it was the easiest way to keep people from bugging him, after all, nobody wants to mess with a creepy looking mage. |
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